| | it's like looking at yourself from the side. looking yourself square in the eye and thinking, is this what i want myself to be? what would you say? do you remember what you were thinking? do you even care? is it another deformed cry for attention so intricately, flawlessly pieced together on a lonely wednesday afternoon in the same old place, with the same old people gone, away, and waiting? waiting. day after day for something to break through. starting AGAIN and again but always beaten down, laughing, mocked. it's there. where are you? i'm afraid of losing you just as i'm afraid that one day the sun will set and never rise again. i'm tired of waiting for tomorrow's dawn when it brings back the same heat with more intensity. have you ever thought it might one day explode? will the fall and winter soothe? or will it just wither. do just that. wither away. unnoticed by so many because it's just part of the cycle. you sure as hell managed to uphold that image of yours.
they may look so beautiful at first. so full of fucking meaning, a statement, a SCREAM out to the world that i'm fucking TOUGHER THAN YOU. you've sure managed to show it. congratulations, conformist. you're just like everyone else now. do you think it drains them too? do they lower their gaze and realize that material can't penetrate what they're trying to kill? you have to find that silver stake before trying to drive it through the source and seeing it disintegrate to dust....either way. but you're not ready to let it go and watch it die, are you? if a surface scrape ignites so much weakness and insecurity, imagine what the termination of everything but a tiny speck will do. you're not tougher than anyone. you're not even thougher than yourself.
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| | Posted 9/7/2006 3:43 PM - 26 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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